Reflections on the Last Flowers of Summer: A Tribute to September 11

On this September 11, 2024, I gather the last summer offerings from my garden and think of the lines from "The Last Rose of Summer" by Thomas Moore (1779-1952)

‘Tis the last rose of Summer, 

  Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions 

 Are faded and gone;

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,

   To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,   

Go sleep thou with them.